Halloween 2011 recap.
What? How is it double digits in November already? Oh for goodness sake. It feels like I was just rushing to get ready for Halloween. And now I'm already behind on Turkey towels and tees? Unbelievable.
So, yes, Halloween--'twas fun. The weekend kicked off with the annual neighborhood pumpkin decorating party. It was the first year that at least one of the boys took ownership of carving a pumpkin. Usually they start then dart off to play, leaving Charlie to carve solo. Charlie still did most of the carving but Max put in some decent effort.
We did a witch on a broomstick and a Cheshire cat--both pumpkins "placed" in the competition and we took home a fun prize.
I brought along some chocolate owls to guard the cheese platter.
The next night was the neighborhood party for grown ups. As usual, we waited until the day of the party to create our costumes. This year Charlie went as a Ghostbuster and I did a girlified version of the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man--we had fun with it and even won the prize for most original costume. Here is a grainy picture of us taken in the dark when we got to the party.
And another shot from the host's camera after we had a few cups of the witch's brew.
We remembered to take a shot of my entire costume when we got home. I wanted to document it in case anyone wants to borrow it. It was really a simple get-up to throw together but I did have to make everything. I actually went to the fabric store that day, which was a tad crazy, I admit. But at least most of the costume was fleece so there was little hemming. But that satin material! It took most of the time because it's so slippery--never again when on a time crunch.
But really, the best part of the costume theme was waking up to three little boys who could not keep their paws off the props. Who could blame them? Fleece covered Uggs look pretty inviting.
As does a proton pack twice your size.
They took turns fighting ghosts.
I'll post pictures of the boys in their costumes next--they were ninjas. Well, except for littlest one who had a change of heart last minute. Guess what he wanted to be?
Sandra
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